dealing with tonight by imagining mitsuya as a caretaker - when the ivs are out and you're finally back home in bed. he's the overly attentive kind, and the one that won't let you go unless you ask. cradling your head on his chest, murmuring things about how strong his angel is while you know he's infinitely stronger - but it's never mattered to him. he sees how brave you've been, held your hand through it in awe while you took your biggest fears on the chin, surrounded by jargon and medicine you don't fully understand the function of. and now that you're home, on the mend and all the more clingy, he takes that opportunity to hold you a little tighter and kiss you a little softer. fingers running through your hair as he reminds you that you'll never go through it alone again.
